Eid Mubarak to one and all. My own one for a number of reasons; working, recent bereavement of a dear relative and another family member going through difficulties (who is usually the life and soul of the party) made for a somewhat subdued Eid. I did however enjoy the time with the masses in the evening.
I was writing in my journal this evening, a bit of time to myself. How much writing do I do? Blog, odd articles, journal…..! I love these moments where I can retreat into my own thoughts. I imagine an empty page, to me, is probably what a canvas looks like to a painter. My journal is a close friend to me, encapsulating the worst of my thoughts and the best of them. I took myself to the beginning this evening and read through a few of the earlier entries in this particular book. It got me thinking and I decided to include some of the entries into the blog.
The journal is a bit more raw, for some reason, than the blog. I still can’t help but think…..was that really me? It’s a powerful reminder of who I was reduced to, to who I am now – one amazingly strong woman in pursuit of life.